Page 3 of Mafia Boss's Fake Fiancée

Did he recognize Enzo? I bet he did. The only question is what he thinks is going on, and what he’s doing here. His short dark brown hair is carefully messy, and he’s wearing black pants and a black leather jacket.

“With Enzo? Where did he go, by the way? I didn’t get to sayhi. It’s been a while since I saw him.” The corners of Salvatore’s mouth quirk up.

He’s going to tell Cesare. I just know it. He’s always been an arrogant jerk who likes to make me miserable. At school, he was two grades above me, and yet, he decided to pester me.

When I sneaked out of the house to go to a party, he told my mom and dad all about it when he came over to our house to study with Cesare. Studying of course meant playing video games.

I’ll never forget how furious my parents were and how wide Salvatore’s smile was. He used to pull my hair, trip me up, and he teased me all the damn time about anything and everything.

I tried my best to get back at him, so when he failed an exam and I overheard him telling Cesare that he’d lied to his parents about it, I made sure his dad found out.

Then I stole his clothes in the shower once after his soccer practice, but instead of being ashamed, he proudly paraded naked around the school until someone got him some new clothes.

When he was done with school, I still had to see him whenever Cesare invited him over. And once I went away for college and returned home for a week, Cesare invited Salvatore over for dinner, and Salvatore sneaked into my room and went through my things.

At one point, I wished he’d grow up or change, but I lost all my hope the moment I found him with my diary in his hands and lurking around my laptop.

People like him don’t change. They’re just trash.

“About Enzo—” I start.

“We don’t have to talk about Enzo. Actually, we don’t have to talk at all. I’m here to see Cesare. I’m sure he’ll tell me all about what you’re up to.” He grins.

I curl my fingers into fists. Does he think I’m an idiot? He knows Enzo and I wouldn’t be meeting in a dark alley so close to my home if this were a regular visit. He also knows how Cesare feels about Enzo.

“Look, we’re not kids anymore,” I say. “Can we discuss this like adults?”

“No, we’re definitely not kids.” His gaze lowers to my chest and travels down my body.

I groan.

Can I just hit him over the head with something and keep him locked up somewhere until Enzo gets his girl back and Cesare returns to his senses?

But I don’t have any weapons on me, and I saw Salvatore training with Cesare. I know he’s good. If I tried something, he’d overpower me.

“You don’t need to tell me anything. I know what’s going on here,” Salvatore says. “You’re doing something forbidden, and you don’t want Cesare to know about it.”

“It’s not anything forbidd—”

“But you sneaked out of your house and you came running after me, so yeah, don’t try to tell me Cesare will like this, because if he will, I can tell him right away.” He reaches into his pocket for his phone. “But...”

“What the fuck do you want?” I grit my teeth.

“I have an offer for you that you’re going to like. I’ll keep my mouth shut. Actually, Cesare doesn’t even know I’m here. I came to see him because he’s not answering my calls and he’s been acting weird, but that can wait. If you do something for me...”

“Do what?” I don’t like the glint in his eyes.

He’s up to something, and I’m going to hate it. I already know it. Nothing good can ever happen when it comes to him.

“My grandma is dying, and it’s her last wish to see me get married.”

I let out a laugh. “As if anyone would want to marryyou.” Then I narrow my eyes at him because I think I know where his mind is going. “I’m not marrying you!”

Is this really happening? Does Salvatore really expect me to marry him? Is he out of his mind? I’d rather jump off a bridge or run in front of a speeding car.

“Why would you even want that?” I tilt my head at him. “Didn’t you always brag about how you don’t want to be tied to a woman? And that you’re a big bad mafia boss who doesn’t need anyone?”

“Oh, Adriana. You’re always so amusing. I don’t want to marry you either. Don’t flatter yourself. I need you to be my fake fiancée for Christmas. All you have to do is come with me on a trip to my family’s old home for a week. We’ll see my grandma and pretend we’re deeply in love. My grandma will die happy, and I won’t have to tie myself to anyone. And in exchange, I won’t tell Cesare anything about what I just saw, and I suspect that matters to you a lot.”

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